In the quiet whispers of her tender heart,
Love unfolds like a timeless art.
Mayaâs words, a balm for weary souls,
In every line, her compassion consoles.
She paints love with strokes of grace,
In the universe, she finds her place.
Through the shadows, her light is cast,
A beacon of hope, ever steadfast.
Her love, a river, gentle and deep,
In its embrace, our spirits leap.
With wisdom woven into every thread,
Her legacy of love is widely spread.
In her presence, hearts find their tune,
A melody sung beneath the moon.
Maya Angelou, a name that will stay,<
Teaching love in her unique way.